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Preface, just a glipse of a book in the works (alltogether with content i have written 7325 words total)
Preface
(looking for anyone interested in being invited to my google docs. for sugestions notes and watch the development as it happens. of course will be addeded to the book as soted support and advisors. with a negotiated bit of royalties if or when that happens)message me well discuse more
Laid within is displayed as plain and clearly as one wishes to read. All is as I have seen all is as it has been, forever more will I share the becoming of self divergence from that which has for too long burdened my time with needless withdrawal behind these walls holding back how I truly have wanted to be seen as.
As a man known as that you may never truly understand. Neither less is inlaid onto the blank innocents appearance of paper never knowing when. Yet always, yearning to have ink brought forth upon prying eyes, all these eyes, behind eyes. Words scratched from life never to lie. rather too seek all who have been desiring a glance of themselves seldomly expressed openly.
For you I inspire self awareness, trailed toe to heel with confidence. I implore you to look inward upon a once empty page. In Between the margins of time seek to find within every line as if magnetized with a need to peer attentively you will feel the rush of an encroaching realization. That so few...
(looking for anyone interested in being invited to my google docs. for sugestions notes and watch the development as it happens. of course will be addeded to the book as soted support and advisors. with a negotiated bit of royalties if or when that happens)message me well discuse more
Laid within is displayed as plain and clearly as one wishes to read. All is as I have seen all is as it has been, forever more will I share the becoming of self divergence from that which has for too long burdened my time with needless withdrawal behind these walls holding back how I truly have wanted to be seen as.
As a man known as that you may never truly understand. Neither less is inlaid onto the blank innocents appearance of paper never knowing when. Yet always, yearning to have ink brought forth upon prying eyes, all these eyes, behind eyes. Words scratched from life never to lie. rather too seek all who have been desiring a glance of themselves seldomly expressed openly.
For you I inspire self awareness, trailed toe to heel with confidence. I implore you to look inward upon a once empty page. In Between the margins of time seek to find within every line as if magnetized with a need to peer attentively you will feel the rush of an encroaching realization. That so few...
